Close your eyes, hear the whispers, they tickle like feathery phantoms tiptoeing along secret corridors of dreams.
Why do stars wink? Is it a game of hide and seek? Just like goosebumps jump in play when shadows leap.
Once in the garden, the trees whispered their leaves alive; know that the wind giggles at dark secrets stored in fluffy clouds dripping with sleep.
A lonely butterfly loiters, painting five thousand yellow dreams across sleeping lips and a gentle sigh.
Why do teddy bears hide behind the curtain? They listen closely; the moon told them about the glowing worlds beyond.
Did your toes ever wear shoes for game days, slipping through labyrinth nights? Or did wishes sprout into beams of light.
Tiptoe to dreams — where laughter leaps, shadows curl into kittens, and footfalls fade away.
Join a server compiling gumdrop wishes, rendering colors into shapes that twirl upon delighted wishes.
A one-eyed cat saw me! I forgot his name once; his whisker-strums whispered about forgotten lands.